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And for the ways are dangerous to pass,

I do desire thy worthy company,

Upon whose faith and honor I repose.

Urge not my father’s anger, Eglamour,

But think upon my grief, a lady’s grief,

And on the justice of my flying hence,

To keep me from a most unholy match,

Which heaven and fortune still rewards with plagues.

I do desire thee, even from a heart

As full of sorrows as the sea of sands,

To bear me company, and go with me;

If not, to hide what I have said to thee,

That I may venture to depart alone.

Egl.

Madam, I pity much your grievances,

Which since I know they virtuously are plac’d,

I give consent to go along with you,

Reaking as little what betideth me,

As much I wish all good befortune you.

When will you go?

Sil.

This evening coming.

Egl.

Where shall I meet you?

Sil.

At Friar Patrick’s cell,

Where I intend holy confession.

Egl.

I will not fail your ladyship. Good morrow,

Gentle lady.

Sil.

Good morrow, kind Sir Eglamour.

Exeunt.

Scene IV

Enter Launce [with his dog].

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